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That boy Joshreyy go crazy
Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake)
Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face)
Was tryna hop on a wave, too late (Nah)
Hellcat, watch me tear off to space
Don't come to the zoo, you get ate
Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate
Diamonds on me, frosted flakes
I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy
Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh
Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh
Fuck Supreme, lil' bitch, I want Bape (Bape)
Fuck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth)
Niggas breaking the code like a vase
Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I heard that's a case (case)
Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it)
'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it)
We ain't even done fucking but guess what?
I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber)
Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside)
Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba)
I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser)
And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser)
Yeah, I was born to go in (In)
I'ma fuck on them bitches, they tens (Tens)
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Two shots at your dome, don't give no fucks
I know some niggas that run it up
These rounds gon' quack and make you duck
Da-da-da-da, you out of luck
Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin'
Fuck your bitch from the back, I'm crammin'
VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin'
Got so high don't know if I'm landin'
Let's take a flight, baby
I'm thinking like Boca Raton
And on the mic crazy
I send shots through your collarbone
Been on my Forrest Gump shit, runnin'
Ten toes, I stay one hunnid
Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn
Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing
But bitch, I'm better than you
Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn
Pills come in red and blue, fuck it, I'll take both the two
Cap-ass nigga, ain't a rap-ass nigga
I know that you been fibbin' though
I fucked your bitch, I give and go
Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho"
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
That boy Joshreyy go crazy
Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake)
Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face)
Was tryna hop on a wave, too late (Nah)
Hellcat, watch me tear off to space
Don't come to the zoo, you get ate
Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate
Diamonds on me, frosted flakes
I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy
Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh
Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh
Fuck Supreme, lil' bitch, I want Bape (Bape)
Fuck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth)
Niggas breaking the code like a vase
Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I heard that's a case (case)
Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it)
'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it)
We ain't even done fucking but guess what?
I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber)
Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside)
Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba)
I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser)
And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser)
Yeah, I was born to go in (In)
I'ma fuck on them bitches, they tens (Tens)
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Two shots at your dome, don't give no fucks
I know some niggas that run it up
These rounds gon' quack and make you duck
Da-da-da-da, you out of luck
Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin'
Fuck your bitch from the back, I'm crammin'
VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin'
Got so high don't know if I'm landin'
Let's take a flight, baby
I'm thinking like Boca Raton
And on the mic crazy
I send shots through your collarbone
Been on my Forrest Gump shit, runnin'
Ten toes, I stay one hunnid
Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn
Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing
But bitch, I'm better than you
Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn
Pills come in red and blue, fuck it, I'll take both the two
Cap-ass nigga, ain't a rap-ass nigga
I know that you been fibbin' though
I fucked your bitch, I give and go
Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho"
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these niggas fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
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